I was confused.
I thought lights,
Shining Bright.
A reflection,
From your eyes.
But like a desert,
It was only a mirage.
Granting imagination,
False revelation.
Trying to find a true source.
As beauty I sought in you,
Had ceased to exist,
Before my time.
And I found,
What I sought,
In Perfection.
YOU ARE READING
His love for Me: My love for her
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